"Ahh

Mai Kirishima held the hand of Qinghai Chuantang, looking intimate.

And Qinghai Chuantang himself waited for her, but he didn't say a word, just imagining how to kill people with his eyes.

"Super lucky. Unexpectedly, Xiaolan actually drew a buffet cake for four people! ”

"It seems that this is what Xiao Tangtang said about the European Emperor. I just happened to come to interview someone, and then invited Xiao Tangtang to dinner by the way. If you meet, you don't mind being together, right? ”

Mai Kirishima smiled, looking very enthusiastic.

Then, she said: "The protagonist is the best-selling lover, Mr. Yasuei Koshimoto. ”

"If you're a fan of him, you can follow along! You might even get an autograph or something. ”

Shinsumi Sera and Conan, who are obsessed with detectives and reasoning, naturally have never heard of the name Yasuei Echimoto.

But Yuan Zi bought his complete set of works and was deeply impressed by the love in them.

And Xiaolan likes his "Detective Love Story" series, so she can be regarded as knowing.

"Really? That's great! In that case, let's go eat cake first! ”

With that, the garden picked up Xiaolan and ran to the self-service area.

Qinghai Chuantang did not speak, but pointed to the direction they were running to, signaling everyone to hurry over.

Shira Zhenchun looked at this scene and felt a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

Qinghai Chuantang stretched out his hand and poked Mai Kirishima and motioned for her to help explain.

"Ahh

Mai Kirishima looked a little embarrassed.

She looked around, then took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's mainly too deep, so I can't speak." ”

I'll strangulate you!

Qinghai Chuantang deeply felt that his reputation had been ruined.

She tugged at the other party's face and explained: "Actually, I just got a mouth ulcer because I ate spicy food yesterday." It hurts when I speak, so I try not to speak. ”

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang let go of his hand, and then covered his left cheek.

"Hiss"

The expression was particularly painful, and I felt that my facial features were about to wrinkle.

Shiliang Zhenchun looked puzzled, "Huh? In that case, what does Mai mean when she said it was too deep? ”

Mai Kirishima smiled meaningfully.

"Well, you'll understand when you grow up. Now it's rare to see a child as simple as you. Perhaps, because of your name? ”

It's pure, it's really simple.

After finishing speaking, Mai Kirishima pulled Qinghai Chuantang away and rushed to the self-service area.

Shiliang Zhenchun looked at the back of the two leaving, and his doubts were even worse.

She lowered her head and approached Conan and asked, "Conan, do you know what she meant by what she just said?" ”

Conan honestly shook his head and said he didn't know much either.

As the saying goes, the people live on food.

So even if they endure the pain, Qinghai Chuantang will wipe them all out.

But the pain again, but the appearance of having to eat the cake made several people unbearable to watch.

"Actually, I didn't feel this pain in the morning. But I was told that if I put it on the ulcer, it would get better faster. ”

"I tried, and the wound felt like it was burning, and it got worse."

Qinghai Chuantang called everything he wanted to say on his mobile phone and showed the content to everyone.

However, the pain is different from the pain of injury, and it is a pain that hurts but feels good.

There is even a little bit of topping.

As a person who has had a similar experience, Shira Zhenchun smiled and comforted: "I actually had the experience of mouth ulcers when I was a child, but I grinded Wei into powder and sprinkled it on the wound, and it got better quickly. ”

"It might hurt a little bit in the first few seconds, but it's good to put up with it."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded tearfully and stuffed the cake into his mouth, quite a posture of "fighting poison with poison".

But she still pretended to be elegant, and she couldn't see her gobbling up at all.

Others were unusually lucky not to have had a similar experience, perhaps thanks to their good routines.

Therefore, I can't empathize with the pain of Qinghai Chuantang.

I don't even know how to say comforting words.

Mai Kirishima is good at enlivening up the atmosphere.

In the midst of laughter, the cake feast finally came to an end.

At the end, everyone still looked a little unsatisfied.

I don't know if it's because the taste of the cake is too tempting, or because Mai Kirishima's joke is too interesting.

If there were no mouth ulcers, Qinghai Chuantang would definitely grab her collar and ask: Kirishima, when did you steal my jokes?

"Now that we're ready, let's head to Mr. Echimoto's room."

After coming to the elevator door, Mai Kirishima pressed the up button.

"When I talked to him before, I felt like a warm and welcoming person. And when he heard that a fan came to visit him, he also showed a very welcoming look. ”

Yuan Zi put his hands together and said expectantly, "I heard that Mr. Echimoto is a very handsome man with a height of 180. I don't know if when I see him in person for a while, it's really as rumored to be. ”

"Garden."

Xiaolan reminded in a low voice: "If you do this, Mr. Kyogoku will be unhappy." ”

"It is in everyone's nature to appreciate beautiful things. And people who dare to speak out boldly about this nature are even more rare. ”

Just after Mai Kirishima finished speaking, the elevator door also happened to open.

The group took the elevator and came to room 303, where Yasuei Eshimoto was.

Mai Kirishima knocked on the door, but no one answered.

After waiting for a few minutes, Mai Kirishima knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.

And when I called, the other party's mobile phone was also turned off.

"It's so weird, you guys wait a minute, I'll go find the front desk and get a spare key."

When Mai Kirishima took the spare key and opened the door of the room, the scene in front of her stunned everyone.

There were many manuscripts scattered on the sofa, and the room was in a mess, as if it had been a thief.

Could it be said

Conan hurriedly ran in, only to see the man lying on the stall, wearing only a pair of underwear.

Shocked, Conan couldn't help but shout: "Call the police!" Xiaolan, don't come in! ”

Xiaolan heard the other party's name and couldn't help but wonder.

After Conan finished speaking, he was also stunned for a moment, and immediately corrected when he found something wrong: "I, I mean, Sister Xiaolan, you girls had better not come in." Because, because of this"

However, just as he spoke, everyone except Yuan Zi and Xiaolan walked in.

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Eshimoto? Lying naked on the ground like this, aren't you afraid of catching a cold? ”

Mai Kirishima looked puzzled, and was about to reach out to shake the other party awake, but was stopped by Qinghai Chuantang.

She shook her head and signaled that the other party, Yasuei Koshimoto, was dead.

"That, Shiliang, Sister Xiaotang, why don't you come out? After all, if you're naked, what's the matter?"

Obviously, the two girls outside the door were shy.

Mai Kirishima smiled, and didn't take it to heart, but said with relief: "Don't worry, I'll do this too"

The words came to an abrupt end.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he continued to add: "It's not the first time I've seen this. What's more, I'm also an adult, so there's nothing to be shy about. However, "

Mai Kirishima looked at Shiliang Zhenchun, "If you're a high school student, it's better not to?" Besides, why are you so engrossed? ”

After realizing that the other party was talking to him, Shira Zhenchun reacted.

"I was just wondering why the killer took all his clothes off," she explained. Is it trying to express something? ”

The deceased, Yasuei Eshimoto, male, 36 years old, was a best-selling lover.

The time of death is speculated to be around 11 o'clock last night.

The corpse had a wound on the side of its head that was suspected to have been hit hard, and the murder weapon should be a bloodstained crystal ashtray not far away.

"Judging from the blood stains from the wound, it should be that the murderer took off his clothes after killing him. And his forehead is still stained with the fibers of the carpet. ”

A safe near the head of the bed was opened, and the contents were gone.

"Could it be that the murderer is in it for money?"

"Probably not."

Mai Kirishima pointed her chin with her index finger and recalled, "During the previous call, Mr. Koshimoto mentioned the safe, saying that it contained some top-secret information. ”

"I wonder if it's the next manuscript, right? After all, it is inevitable that peers will be jealous of each other. ”

No, it's not.

Conan touched his chin and thought that if it was just a manuscript, there was no need to put it in the safe.

Unless it's something of special value, or something of great importance to him.

And since the murderer took that thing away, it shows that for the murderer, that thing is also very important.

As long as you find someone who has a stake in Yasuei Echimoto, you can find out who the murderer is.

"Actually, the murderer is Kirishima."

Qinghai Chuantang typed this text on his mobile phone.

"You pretended to invite me to dinner, just to use me to get rid of suspicion. After all, in a case, the first person to be suspected is the first discoverer. ”

"And as a rule of thumb, the odds of the first finder being the murderer are often above 60."

Qinghai Chuantang looked distressed, ready to kill his relatives in righteousness.

"Miss Tang, don't be kidding."

Takagi smiled, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. "Miss Tang, you shouldn't have a toothache, so you can't speak, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head and barely squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Mouth."

"Mouth, ulcers?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded.

Takagi gave his own advice: "If that's the case, actually put Wei in the ulcer, and it will be fine in no time." ”

Qinghai Chuantang smiled, stretched out his thumb with one hand, bent it twice, and thanked it.

It seems that choosing a sign language cram school was the right choice in the first place.

As the investigation deepened, valuable information was obtained from the waiter of the hotel.

"Last night, around 11:30. I saw a man with a bag come out of Mr. Eshimoto's room. ”

"Do you remember, what that man looked like?"

The waiter thought for a moment and shook his head, "He was in front of me at the time, so I didn't see the face." ”

"The man was wearing a hat, he looked very tall, and he felt very strong. I feel that there is a dangerous aura all over my body, and it is very imposing. ”

It sounds a little like Leon in the not-so-cold Leon of this killer.

"I see!"

Mai Kirishima clapped her hands and showed an expression of sudden realization: "It must be because Mr. Koshimoto is procrastinating, and the reader is dissatisfied, so I invited a professional killer to kill him!" ”

Conan's expression instantly became speechless: Why are you like Uncle Maori.

However, the waiter still agreed with her statement.

"Yes, it does. It's that he walks slowly, which makes people feel uncomfortable. I didn't see his face, but I remember his height. ”

The waiter stopped, pointed to the number plate and said, "The height of this number plate is one meter three. At that time, it seemed to reach his chest, it should be 1.8 meters, maybe a little higher. ”